nine coffins

Chapter 714 The tomb of the sky is a monument, and the sword is like a star!
The ghost statue is drunk in the dream cup, the sky is full of red light, and the fragrance of wine is scattered.

Venerable god soldiers, each has its own uniqueness.That crystal-clear wine glass not only has endless coercion, but also implies mysterious illusion.If it was an ordinary monk, he would lose his soul just by smelling the aroma of the wine.

However, the purple-clothed male cultivator claimed to be a soulless and Taoist.At this time, purple clouds surged under his feet, and purple awns were emitted from his whole body.At the same time, with the mist covering his face, no one knew whether the purple-clothed male cultivator would be affected by the illusion.

I saw that the red light was shining brightly, and the blood light was like a curtain.The Ghost Venerable Drunken Dream Cup had already completely covered the void above the head of the purple-clothed male cultivator, with a radius of hundreds of feet.

And the purple-clothed male cultivator also formed a seal with his hands again, and sighed deeply.

"It's a pity, a Venerable Divine Weapon!"

"Sky Monument! Now—" Then, the purple-clothed male cultivator's tone changed sharply, and he yelled violently.In an instant, there was a gray glow.In the void, a simple and vicissitudes of life suddenly dispersed.

Amidst the red light in the sky, a gray light rose.

That gray light exuded an aura that did not belong to the Asura Realm at all.That feeling is quite strange.Gloomy, gray, it was an ominous smell of death.However, it contains endless power.

Patriarch Shura frowned, squinted his eyes, and was quite shocked in his heart.Because, at this moment, a gray tombstone about three feet high suddenly appeared in the void, floating above the head of the purple-clothed monk.

The long-lasting breath of vicissitudes instantly dissipated.That tombstone seemed to last forever.Gray awns linger around like snakes.One after another is like an endless wheel of time.

However, there is no name or surname on the tombstone, nor is there any inscription on it.

At this time, if Amu was there, he would be stunned, because he had seen such a stone tablet in the mirror image of the Wang family's ancient house in Shuluoliu Town.

The slightly different thing is that at this time, the lingering gray awn vaguely forms an ancient seal character - Tian!The word "heaven" gives people an ancient and mysterious feeling.

As soon as this stele came out, the coercion of Gui Zun Zui Mengzhan was instantly suppressed.Patriarch Shura felt his chest was heavy, and his eyes were full of gray light.

Although the Guizun's Drunken Dream Cup belonged to the Guizun back then, since he got this cup, the ancestor Shura has nourished it with his heart and soul for tens of thousands of years, and now it is the ancestor of Shura's life.

"Not good!" Ancestor Shura felt the danger, and with a thought, he wanted to take back the Venerable Divine Weapon.However, at the moment of this thought.

click - click -

The stele rushed upwards, hitting the Ghost Venerable Zuimengzhan, and the Venerable Magical Treasure was actually broken through a gap, which is really unimaginable.The red stars and broken jade scattered in the void, piercing the night sky again, just like the gray brick star rain just now.

"Uh-wow-"

Patriarch Shura's complexion changed suddenly, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.In any case, he never expected that the man in purple would have such a heaven-defying magic weapon.

The Patriarch Shura has not been in such a mess for tens of thousands of years.

What kind of stele is that?Has such power?

At this moment, not only Patriarch Shura was shocked, but also the ancient tomb guard who could see the battle of Gao Tian in Wuhen Valley.Even, the degree of shock of the white-browed old man was even greater than that of Shura Patriarch.

In Silent Valley, pines and cypresses are evergreen.There are countless tombstones, but they are scattered and neatly arranged.It can be seen from a distance that several tombs are relatively large, and several more are floating tombs hanging in the void.

In Silent Valley, there are tombs and monuments.If those tombs and steles were released, they would definitely be extraordinary.

However, the old man with white eyebrows understands that there is absolutely no word of mouth in Silent Valley.It can be compared to the reputation above the sky at this time.

Gray light, sky character?The old man with white eyebrows has lived for countless thousands of years, and he doesn't know the origin of the stele.

But at this moment, in the void, the purple-clothed monk waved his hand.The tombstone flew up suddenly, carrying endless chaotic gray energy, directly suppressing Patriarch Shura.

Even Yuan Xian is not invincible.Not to mention, Patriarch Shura's heart and soul have already been damaged at this time.The coercion of the stone tablet, with its gray glow, was able to completely restrain Patriarch Shura under the urging of the purple-clothed monk.

Even if you have thousands of ways, you can't use them at this time.

"My life is over!" Patriarch Shura thought to himself.This is a situation that he never expected when he left Cangwu Tower.On the Blood Moon Continent, even the white-browed and immortal could not kill him.

To kill him, the entire Shura world, unless it is a legendary figure in the star field of Zhongyun.However, Patriarch Shura understood that this cultivator in purple was definitely not a visitor from the cloud, and he was definitely not from the Shura Realm of Demon Continent.

UFO Temple?Netherworld?What's going on with all this?Patriarch Shura has no way of judging.

"Ancestor Shura, reincarnation!" The purple-clothed monk said in a flat tone.Because, he knew that as soon as this tombstone came out, Patriarch Shura could only choose to fall.

Even with the Venerable Divine Weapon in hand, it is impossible for Patriarch Shura to contend with it.

The white-browed old man in Silent Valley sees everything clearly.Bai Mei frowned and sighed, he would not look at Patriarch Shura and just fall like this.

I saw that the white-browed old man shook his hand, and there was a black and white light, like a dragon, going straight to the sky.The old man with white eyebrows can't leave the valley, but of course that breath can.

Black and white light, like lightning, pierced through the sky.It's just that this black and white light didn't hit the gray stone tablet, but the purple-clothed monk.

Surround Wei and save Zhao!The white-browed old man can only do this.Because, no matter how powerful the light of the old man with white eyebrows is, it is impossible to surpass the Venerable Divine Weapon.

"Huh?" The purple-clothed cultivator stepped on the purple cloud at this moment, and suddenly saw a black and white light flying from below, extremely fast.

"Light of the Underworld!" The purple-clothed monk shook his body and his tone changed slightly.

Things in the three realms complement each other, generate each other and restrain each other.

That black and white aura is extremely special.Perhaps, for ordinary monks, it is just a power of the original immortal level.

However, for the cultivator in purple, it is the most terrible existence.The light of the nether world is the nemesis that suppresses all kinds of ghosts in the nether world.

Unless you complete reincarnation, get a physical body again, and become a complete human being.For example, the Seven Great Star Lords of Zui Mo Luo.However, any Xingjun is not worthy of the old man with white eyebrows, let alone the light of the nether world.

Get out of the fairy tomb!The cultivator in purple is just to complete a special mission.He is not a living person in the true sense.

In the Shura world, there is actually a ghostly light.This is also the cultivator in purple, who did not expect it at all.

The purple-clothed cultivator never dared to challenge him forcefully.Otherwise, under the light of the netherworld, he would be wiped out in ashes.At this moment, all he could do was think about it.

The miraculous tombstone that flew towards Patriarch Shura suddenly flew backwards.

chi chi—poof—

That ghostly light hit the tombstone.However, there is no vigorous surge, no wave-like energy.Only, chi chi sound.That ghostly light melted directly into the gray tombstone.

"It really is something against the sky!" The white-browed old man let out a long sigh.

"Who is in the lower realm?" The purple-clothed monk, with a stone tablet hanging over his head, said coldly, asking like a fairy.

"Asura people from the Demon Continent!" The white-browed old man said lightly, "Your Excellency, since you are a ghost who is away from the nether world without permission, how dare you break into my Shura world and hurt my strong? Countless thousands of years, I don't know the gate of the nether world, should it be closed forever? "

"Leaving Nether without authorization?" The purple-clothed monk heard the words of the old man with white eyebrows, and couldn't help sneering, "If it's just Nether, how can you restrain me?"

At this moment, the cultivator in purple looked down at the Blood Moon Central Territory.Already, I saw the white-browed old man in Silent Valley.

"Are you the Eternal Gravekeeper?" The purple-clothed cultivator's tone showed faint mood swings.

"How about it?" The white-browed old man answered from afar.

The purple-clothed cultivator was silent, and said after a long time: "You guard your tomb, and I will kill my people! Otherwise, the sky tablet will fall, and the demons will dance around, it is definitely not what you want!"

"Hehe!" The white-browed old man sneered, "It's not that I look down on you, if you dare to leave that stele in my cemetery, I will treat you as master. If you don't dare, then don't scare me.

"If you come from Youfu Palace, you will return to Youfu Palace. If you climb out of the fairy tomb, you will climb back. Xuebei Hanji is busy, so don't be a dog blocking the way!" The old man with white eyebrows said quite bluntly.

However, as the white-browed old man said, the cultivator in purple would never dare to drop the stele on that cemetery.However, the words of the white-browed old man almost irritated the purple-clothed monk.

"Dogs blocking the way? Hahaha——" the purple-clothed monk couldn't help laughing up to the sky when he heard it, and then said coldly, "Does the tomb guard look down on dogs? How many thousands of years have you been doing this?"

"Today, I'll kill him first, and then I'll kill you!" The purple-clothed cultivator, before he could finish his sentence, had already performed the ultimate killing technique.

This time, the cultivator in purple did not use the stele.Because, no matter what, the ghostly light of the white-browed old man is definitely an existence that he has scruples about.

The purple-clothed cultivator waved his hands, and the purple energy spread out.Goodbye, in the void, suddenly flashing, endless sword light suddenly appeared.

For a time, the world is bright!I don't know how many sword lights, each tens of feet long, with endless tails, flying around the purple-clothed monk.

That light is dazzling.That sword, Yitian!

Patriarch Shura is not a man of all ages, and his knowledge is far inferior to that of Baimei.I just feel that this great technique has a myriad of phenomena, and it faintly has the appearance of a king.

But the white-browed old man suddenly changed color when he saw this technique.

"Tianzhou Wuliang, the sword of King Mu! You are from Tianzhou, and your surname is Mu—" the white-browed old man blurted out.At this time, he also understood why the man in purple wanted to block Patriarch Shura's way.

Because, in Hanji Town, there is a white-clothed Lord of the Killing Immortal Palace named Mu Baizun.However, the combination of Youfu Hall, Immortal Tomb, Netherworld, and Tianzhou made Baimei puzzled.

However, at this moment, no one is allowed to think too much.The sword of the cultivator in purple is many times better than Zun Mu Bai.

The white-browed old man shook his hand, and a magic weapon flew out.He can't go out of the valley, so he can only help Patriarch Shura in this way.However, he also knew that King Mu's sword was the best swordsmanship in the Three Realms.

In the vast night sky, swords are like stars.As for Patriarch Shura, there is no escape, only one fight.

It's just that his heart and soul have been injured, and he cast the spell with all his strength, and the power of the original immortal was also lost in the sword light of Tianzhou.In terms of the situation, Patriarch Shura must surely die.

Youyouran, a cold remark, half a long sigh.It was like talking in a dream in the night light of the sword.

"The Mu family, since you're dead, why come back?"

At the same time, a phoenix cry went straight into the sky.In the night sky, the seven-color divine light spread out in an instant, covering everything.

(End of this chapter)